I could go off the deep end, I could kill all my best friends, I could follow those stylish trends, And God knows I could make amends. But I’ve got an angry heart, Filled with cancers and poppy tarts. If this is how you folks make art, It’s fucking depressing.

I can see the words inside your silence, but I can’t speak about your pain for youHow long can you burn for anywayTurning over and back again with tongues ablaze like lions without teeth, hungryStaring at the forests of flames and our eyes just talking with the trees

Barely only breathing. My differences, my fight, comes into the light.And to shadows, that cannot exist without the light, please refer to the end of the page.“Stay with us”, standing alone,“Come with us”. “Stayed” is a lonely ghost.Or break into death, shake my heart in your hands.This relationship burns. Disappointed, I know you are!